Truth be told there’s nothing deep about slit wrists and hanging feet. The depth lies in why it happened. The depth lies in the emotional pain that no one seems to take seriously until there is a physical sign of it.

I don’t think people take into account, not how hard it is to study or to work with depression, or even to function with it. But the effort and energy required to merely exist. To wake up in the morning and say “All I have to do today is breathe and make no attempt to try and stop and if the sun goes down today and I’m still breathing, then I have succeeded”.